Wear to the age!I take the space to eat and drink spicy food

Chapter 19 Excited
If she sells it at a low price, how will she exchange money for those peasants in the countryside who save their rations and sell it in exchange for something.

The price of food stamps was calculated by Jiang Xue himself. Whether it was right or not, on the black market, anyone who wanted to buy it could buy it, and if he didn't want to buy it, he wouldn't point his nose and scold him.

In fact, two yuan, six, and eight taels of food stamps are already a fair price. After all, eight taels of food stamps are worth one yuan, and this is on the black market.

The lesbian shook her head: "I don't have food stamps."

So Jiang Xue didn't say anything more, after all, she didn't really want food stamps that much, at least she must have exchanged money first.

After some haggling, the lesbian bought five catties of rice for three yuan and fifty cents a catty.

When Jiang Xue divided, it happened to be five catties and five catties, so she carried the basket and found a secluded corner deal with the lesbians, one to make a cloth bag, and the other to count the money, quickly and neatly.

Seeing that Jiang Xue still had two packs of brown sugar here, the lesbians happily bought a pack when they heard that they didn't want sugar tickets. The brown sugar can be used to cook rice, which nourishes the blood and refreshes the mind.

Brown sugar is rare on the black market. It costs three yuan a pack, and of course no sugar ticket is required.

After Jiang Xue and the lesbians finished the transaction, they separated. She went back to squatting under the tree again, with a happy smile on her face covered by the turban.

At this time, Jiang Xue seems to have returned to the time when she worked part-time to make money, selling things bit by bit, saving money bit by bit, and having money, she can eat and dress warmly, without panic and full of heart.

Of course, she also knew that she had space, so she would definitely not have to worry about eating and drinking, but the feeling of selling things for money was still different to Jiang Xue.

"Comrade, is there any food?"

"Have!"

"Comrade, do you have any meat?"

"Uh, no."

Someone asked one after another, and Jiang Xue's little head either nodded or shook.

When asked about meat, Jiang Xue was stunned for a moment, can meat be sold?

Then she thought, what can't be sold in this black market, food, drink and clothing, as long as someone needs it, but Jiang Xue didn't plan to sell anything other than rice, flour and brown sugar today.

It’s the first time to do business, it’s better to be more cautious with fewer types and quantities.

Flour is the raw material for making dumplings, making noodles and steaming steamed buns. It’s almost the Chinese New Year, and no one knows if there will be any food for sale at the grain station next month. Even if there is, it’s not enough for one person.

Therefore, as long as there is a need, anyone who asks Jiang Xue and sees the white flour will not be tempted.

This is refined flour, not the second-class rich and strong flour, not to mention the ordinary flour that turns yellow and black, but the first-class refined flour.

Three yuan for a catty of flour?

Expensive is a bit more expensive, but during the Chinese New Year holidays, can you get by without making dumplings at home?

Other people's family is eating dumplings, can your children be envious after seeing them?
The beginning of the year is so tight and the end of the year is coming to an end, why don't the whole family have a good meal together? !
Besides, this is high-quality fine flour, and it is not easy to see it at the grain station.

Therefore, the person who asked was either three catties, five catties, or two catties, and Jiang Xue also sold them.

She quietly added to the basket while selling. People who came to the black market would consciously bring a small scale, so Jiang Xue didn't take out the portable scales of later generations.

Five packs of brown sugar were sold, earning 15 yuan.

The flour sold was 37 catties, and the price was 110 yuan.

Rice is sold a little more, maybe it’s further north here, people who eat pasta can use cornmeal and potato noodles instead, but those who are used to rice don’t have any suitable substitutes.

62 catties of rice, earned 210 seven yuan, a total of more than 300 yuan.

Of course, Jiang Xue didn't just squat down to sell in one place. In such a large area, she carried a basket and changed places to sell. Feeling that it was almost done, she withdrew with an empty basket.

She wanted to continue selling, but there were fewer people coming after noon, and it was easy to be targeted if she continued to do so, so safety was the top priority.

She also sold a piece of bacon weighing two catties for eight yuan and three catties of food stamps.

There are really many people who want to buy meat, so Jiang Xue just sold a piece to test the waters.

Jiang Xue found that at this time, people are holding on to the food stamps very tightly.

After all, so much salary is paid every month, and there are so few things to buy. If it is only spent on food stations and non-staple food stores, more than half of a month's work will be left.

But the food stamps are only rationed for one person every month, and they are calculated to buy food for food. If they spend too much at the beginning of the month, there will be a famine at the end of the month.

Therefore, it is not easy to borrow food stamps, and it is not easy to change them.

After returning to the public toilet at the bus station to change clothes, the basket was put away, Jiang Xue straightened her back, and she no longer looked like the disheveled rural woman with hunchback and neck in fat clothes just now.

With more than 300 yuan and three catties of food stamps, Jiang Xue went to the state-run restaurant with confidence. Just now, she didn't have a good lunch in order to sell food.

She was really hungry, so she took advantage of the time when she was leading someone to trade. As soon as the person left, she hurriedly looked around and stuffed a few bites into her mouth, and then hurried outside to wait for the business to come to her door.

Although it was already past the meal time, she still went to the state-run restaurant.

The state-run restaurant was quiet, except for a man in a white apron dozing off at the counter.

Jiang Xue froze for a moment, then realized that the restaurants at this time were different from those in later generations.

She remembered that when she was working part-time in a restaurant, no matter when, as long as there were customers in the store, they had to be entertained, and no one would have trouble with money.

Unless it is a particularly large restaurant and hotel that has time to rest and stock up.

Just when Jiang Xue wanted to leave in embarrassment, she came out from the back kitchen.

Seeing a man standing in front of the counter, the man said without thinking, "It's past the meal time, we don't serve you now, if you want to eat, come back after the meal time, if you want to rest, sit outside on the curb."

After saying that, the man immediately grinned when he saw Jiang Xue: "Hey, comrade, it's you."

Jiang Xue also saw that the person who came out of the back kitchen was the waiter who gave her toffee that day.

She hurriedly smiled and said hello: "Hi, comrade, I'm sorry, I interrupted your rest."

"It's okay, it's okay." The waiter's name is Xiaohong, her name and appearance are quite suitable for the occasion. There are two red clouds on her face, and she has a hearty and cute smile, but her voice is also loud.

"Are you busy? Still want to buy braised pig's trotters?" The effect of a toffee came out, and Xiaohong remembered Jiang Xue's question about braised pig's trotters.

No, when she yelled, she woke up the back chef who was dozing off at the counter.

Xiaohong didn't care about waking someone up, she waved her hand and casually explained to the chef behind: "Master Zhang, you rest, it's okay, I'm here."

The master just looked at Jiang Xue, took a few glances, and then continued to bury his head on the ground.

(End of this chapter)